It’s odd spending the tenth anniversary of September 11th halfway across the world, when today my heart is only in New York.
Living in Brooklyn the last four years, I found great comfort in attending the annual 9/11 memorials. Some people are bothered by the yearly incessant media coverage and the endless discussions of “where were you when…” but what I always found more unsettling was to go about my normal routine as if it wasn’t the anniversary of the worst tragedy to ever occur in the city I loved so much. Standing at Ground Zero amongst thousands of strangers, all silently acknowledging the gravity of what happened in that very spot always brought me peace during an otherwise sad and reflective week. I would give anything to be there today.
I don’t know one other New Yorker on this island, and only a handful of Americans. There are no memorials here today on Koh Tao, no news crews swarming, no gathers of mourners, no heartfelt ceremonies. But there will be one person having a moment of silence, sitting on the beach and thinking about a city oceans away, a city that will always survive, never forget.